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All things being equal, the following post is somewhere near 40 years in the making.
For what it’s worth, I never had such machinations for posting dispatches to a vast series of computers and servers networked together of purposes of communicating and sharing pictures of nekid ladies all those years ago. Thus, the reason for the delay.
Speaking of delay, man alive I certainly have achieved a quality level of procrastination during this year’s September staycation event.
As of this writing, I’ve only marked off four of the ten items I wanted to complete this week. Granted, there were a few other items I completed which weren’t on the list. Most notable was my sudden realization that the battery in a battery powered lawn mower needs to be recharged periodically.
Otherwise, I’ve spent a better part of my time this last week reviewing the finer points of problem solving, project management, and teamwork by watching several episodes of Fast N’ Loud and Misfit Garage on the Discovery Channel. The things those guys have done with vehicles in general is pure art.
Granted, I’m not here to discuss the finer points of my sloth, so let’s move on.
Many years ago, on this very site, I discussed one of the family dogs who had amorous intentions towards the stumpy, Toughskin adorned legs of yours truly and his little brother. The dog’s name was Chowsky, and he possessed every trait in a dog which was pretty much shunned in the polite society of the late 70’s.
Even still, he was our dog and we loved him.
I recently ran across an old torn and faded picture of Chowsky in my archives one day this last week while watching a little bit too much car restoration on the TV. At the same time, I was actively charging the battery for my lawn mower, so it’s not like I was goofing off or anything.
The picture was torn on the left side. As a result, the brick planter on that side of the picture is offset from the rest of the structure. The shrubbery behind it looks goofy for a few reasons. I probably have that picture around here somewhere and could probably rescan it. Even still, doing so would only offer correction to the offset and the obvious rip of the picture. It wouldn’t fix any of the effects the age of the photo has added.
It then hit me that all of that time wasted on watching car restoration this last week wasn’t wasted at all. A couple of different garages in Dallas of all places had brought back old cars and trucks from the brink of scrap. I could do the same thing with a picture, couldn’t I?
The rip could be fixed which would eliminate the offset.
The border of the rip could be removed.
The shrubbery could be fixed.
Forty years of leg humpin’ attitude could be removed.
In the end, I did exactly that.
The Staycation continues…..
